happy full moon

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold,
A Night or two ago --
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below --

Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde --
Her Cheek -- A Beryl hewn --
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known --

Her lips of Amber never part --
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friends she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will --

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star --
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door --

Her Bonnett is the Firmament --
The Universe -- Her Shoe --
The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt --
Her Dimities -- of Blue --

-Emily Dickinson

xo